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Chapter 176 Chapter 176
"Congratulations on your successful escape" source:
Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Six
Mo Yi couldn't help but breathe.
The shock caused by the situation seen in the dark room before has not dissipated. In an instant, countless pale marble statues lined up in the dark appeared in his mind, and countless dark and hollow eyes overlapped with the eyes in front of him, cold. The sight fell on the body and moved slowly, giving people a reptile-like sticky discomfort.
Mo Yi suppressed the strangeness in his heart and looked back at him with a calm expression.
The butler's gaze slowly fell on Mo Yi's side-the dusty gauze was slightly infiltrated with faint blood stains, and circles tightly wrapped around the pale and thin palms that fell on his side.
"Ah, are you injured?"
His question sounded alienated and polite, and the cold and gloomy voice seemed to have a soft hissing, causing a strange coolness to appear behind the listener.
Mo Yi concealed his drooping palm behind him without a trace, and covered it with the shadow of his body:
"It's just not careful."
The butler's gaze slowly moved upward from his side, his empty gaze fixed on Mo Yi's face tightly:
"Do you need to help treat the wound next?"
Although he asked this, he didn't seem to care about Mo Yi's answer to his question and walked towards him quickly. The distance between the two was quickly shortened, and the butler's pale and thin palm stretched out towards Mo Yi. , But he responded quickly and avoided it.
Mo Yi stepped back calmly, and replied: "It's just a small injury, don't bother you."
The butler did not change his face and withdrew his froze hand in mid-air. The arc of the smile on his face was still standard as measured by a measuring ruler, as if it was a delicate and perfect mask on his face. He used an unchanging coldness. The voice said:
"In that case—"
Before he finished speaking, the butler's facial expression seemed to freeze instantly.
His smile that has not been changed since Mo Yi entered the dungeon slowly disappeared from his lips.The stiff lip line was tightened and straightened, and it became a short straight line without any emotion, just like a face. The perfect mask on the top seemed to have cracked a thin gap, and a silent stiffness flowed slowly from it.
The housekeeper stared at Mo Yi expressionlessly, as if something cold and dark was rolling and spreading deep in those dark and hollow eyes, he said softly, "It's strange."
His tone was slow and calm, as vague and soft as a murmur by the pillow in the dark night, but for some reason, Mo Yi heard it clearly and only heard him repeat:
"really weird."
The butler looked at Mo Yi with his black hole-like eyes, looking calm and strange:
"I smelled something that shouldn't be there."
An icy shudder slowly clung to his back, and Mo Yi instantly recalled the weird liquid he had accidentally stained with his fingers in the dark room before. The cold and sweet smell seemed to be dead and decayed in the dark China. About to linger around, like a bone gangrene refused to disperse.
Although the thick smell of dust covered it, it never disappeared.
It now seems that at least in front of the butler.
At this moment, the butler’s still expressionless face showed some subtle changes. The facial features that were not very harmonious before seemed to become more conflicted, and it looked like a puzzle that was not very complete. Under the shaking and becoming more chaotic and distorted, his dark and hollow eyes seemed to be horrifying, making him a subtle sense of disobedience with real people, and stepped into the abyss of inhumanity.
He shot to Mo Yishen:
"Can I look at your palm?"
An icy feeling of cruelness rose slowly behind Mo Yi, as if something fluffy was climbing up his nerves, he slowly backed away vigilantly, his heart tightening slightly.
At this moment, he felt a cold palm gently grabbing his wrist.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked around, looking straight into Wen Chen's light-colored eyes. His eyes with a slight metallic cold light and the cold touch on his wrist seemed to say silently-I am Here.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, nodded slightly at him, and then turned to look at the housekeeper again.
While carefully maintaining the distance between him and the housekeeper, he tried to extract information from him as much as possible:
"You tell me first what it smells like."
The butler’s pale face looked like a cube of ice melted in the sun under the bright lights of the hall. The facial features were slightly melted and distorted. The stiff plaster skin surrounded the hollow eyes. Cold and mechanical, there was a gurgling sound in the throat as if a hard object collided:
"--your hands."
He seemed to have become a doll that only repeats, with a nearly crazy look in his pitch-black eyes.
Mo Yi heard the harsh sound of "kǎ lā" and "kǎ lā" coming from behind him, he was taken aback, and turned his face to look behind him.
I saw the marble statues previously fixed on the wall slowly moved, and they broke free from their original positions, and the pale faces turned straight towards Mo Yi from various angles, and the pale eyes were hollow. Watching him without focus, countless fine stones and wall coverings fell to the ground along with the movement, making a squeaky sound, which looked particularly harsh in a quiet hall.
The marble statues approached slowly and stiffly, and the housekeeper was also pressing harder step by step. His hollow eyes were staring at him out of focus, and the hoarse voice was like a broken tape:
"...Wrong...broken..."
Mo Yi's heart jumped, and the moment his eyes touched the butler's stiff face with a crazy and distorted look, he knew that it was impossible to communicate with the current situation.
Mo Yi's complexion was calm, his thoughts were like electricity, and the palms hanging beside him were cold and steady.
Then it can only be preemptive.
He turned his hand and picked up the porcelain used for decoration on the shelf next to him, stretched his arms and slammed it on the head of the housekeeper, acting fiercely and decisively. He heard a crisp sound, and the porcelain chip instantly cracked on the housekeeper’s head. Like grand snowflakes, they were scattered on the ground one after another, making a crisp sound.
The butler’s face instantly cracked with pitch-black cracks like spider webs, making him look even more hideous and terrifying. A huge crack broke on his face, but no blood flowed out, only sharp and irregular whiteness. The edge is embedded in his head.
The sweet and cold taste permeated.
At the moment when Mo Yi moved, Wen Chen no longer stood still. Swiss of mist spread from his body and entangled on the marble statues leaping towards Mo Yi. The seemingly soft and thin mist was like a solid. It seemed to grab their joints, making them unable to move forward with a single step-after all, although he could not directly do anything to the bosses in the instance, it was not very difficult to stumble them.
Mo Yi calmly wiped off the blood beads oozing from the scratch on his palm, and discarded the remaining porcelain fragments in his hand.
The butler has not stopped his movements, but is still trying to break free from the shackles around him.
Mo Yi squatted down and turned his head to look inside his broken skull-hollow and stone.
Sure enough, he is also a marble statue.
However, the difference is that the thin viscous liquid in his head is not dirty dark gray, but appears to be intertwined with black, white and red.
Mo Yishen picked up a piece of debris from the ground with his hand, being careful not to let the liquid on it get on his fingers, handed it to the housekeeper and asked softly:
"what is this?"
The butler's face looked distorted and ugly, and pitch-dark's eyes seemed to have lost his mind, using a hoarse and sharp voice like a broken tape recorder and murmured the same words over and over again:
"...Wrong...broken..."
It seems that communication is indeed impossible.
Mo Yi dropped the fragments in disappointment, then looked down at the watch in his hand: time is running out.
He sighed, lifted the small solid wood frame where the porcelain was originally placed, and slammed it into the same place on the head of the housekeeper.
——He finally stopped moving completely, most of his face was shattered, fragments of marble scattered all over the carpet, and at the same moment, the other marble statues in the room seemed to be taken away from their lives in an instant. The ground no longer moves.
It looked like a mess at the murder scene.
Mo Yi discarded what was on hand, rubbed his somewhat sore arm, and let out a long breath.
Wen Chen walked to him and asked in a deep voice, "Are you okay?"
His eyes touched the tiny bloodstains on Mo Yi's palm, and he frowned slowly, looking a little annoyed.
Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at him, shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."
"My authority in the dungeon is limited." Wen Chen pursed his lips, and a trace of pain flashed between his eyebrows: "...I'm sorry."
He couldn't directly attack the boss in the dungeon, or even help Mo Yi directly find clues. The only thing he could do was to be the last insurance to prevent Mo Yizhen from distress, and with Mo Yi's caution and ability. He rarely gets himself into that kind of situation, and even if this kind of thing does happen, Wen Chen has no doubt that Mo Yi can handle the situation with his own ability—this kind of powerlessness that is almost useless. He is very guilty.
Mo Yi shook his head: "Even if you don't have permission, you have made my job a lot easier, and you didn't owe me anything, what can I apologize for?"
He smiled, raised his hand and rubbed Wen Chen's hair into a mess, then said:
"Go, time is running out."
Just as he turned to leave, Mo Yi's Yu Guang accidentally glanced at the ground, couldn't help but stared intently-only black, white and red three-color viscous liquid flowing from the housekeeper's broken head on the ground , don’t know when it has turned into a dark and dirty gray